poetry reading......

ok, so i had a hard time getting by the fact that the poet looked very much like my long-deceased neighbor, who was both a poet (haiku) and an artist and a gardener........we fell out long ago over her use of the n-word in front of my children when uk basketball was on her television....which was often.....and the knowledge that she kept loaded guns under many of her seat cushions....i treasure the pair of framed watercolors she once presented to me because they 'went' with my front room......but i did not go to the auction where her larger pieces were dispersed after her death even though i knew there to be a watercolor of a brick wall/gate with a perennial border that i would have enjoyed....ah well.....i waas amused by the poem where the mother and her daughters are at a pilgrimage site in ireland.....and the daughters are mortified that the mother was going the last bit of the journey barefoot, and they huddled at the bottom of the rock stairs as she climbed ever higher toward the ancient cliffside monastery in conspiratory debate over just how many of their mother's embarassing pilgram affectations were deliberate......and i admit that i would probably climb to heights that i feared if i knew it would adequately un-nerve my children.....